Just a Feelin' (Explicit) - Celph Titled/Majik Most/FredNukes/J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League
Yo
I wanna make a mill so I can change and act strange
Get an andre 3000 wig with some bangs
I'll hang and bang your frame like the Predator do
Turn in your album kid I'm the editor dude
I'm takin' out you your producer and your crew
Ayo that's why they hate you
I'm a spit in your food
Turn in your eggs and steak
Just throw it off your plate
You're shook cause your mom called
And pre-booked a date rape
Now when thugs hear this beat
They wanna do the hammer dance
I keep so many guns on me
I got a rock hammer pants
God Damn I'm the man
Who's that
I've been a star since Pat Beater been a star
I seen you talkin' to some men at the bar
But I ain't know who they was
Here's a round on us
We gonna throw 'em some slugs
Launch 'em a scud
And put the clock to the back of your head
My burner stay scaldin' hot
Leave you with a balding spot
Y'all shut up and listen
Just a feeling
Ain't nothin' ain't frontin'
Just a feeling
B**ch yeah we murder the rest
Just a feeling
Y'all in trouble now
Y'all shut up and listen
Just a feeling
Ain't nothin' ain't frontin'
Just a feeling
B**ch yeah we murder the rest
Just a feeling
That bullshits not me that b******t is you
I'm a dangerous man like highly flammable flannels
And what And lit Roman candles Oh
Malik man handles
My groping a** flat breast sick sex scandal
In my private jet you can bet I'm not sober
Reverend Run's on a runway I'll run his a** over
I'll leave your melon with a massive comb over
Diagnose with melanoma and gang green and a coma
And I'll eat your spleen with kidney beans and it's over
Don't stick your head out
It's huntin' season for duck niggas
Elmer fund with the pump loaded
You better duck niggas
No Rogaine just pro pain to make your wig flammable
Keep my weapon concealed inside a stuffed animals
Stash rifles in giraffe necks
Smack you with a hockey stick
Now that's a bad check
Why give a b**ch some cheddar
When I can come home and jack off
To some old school rap videos by Salt-N-Pepa
Y'all shut up and listen
Just a feeling
Ain't nothin' ain't frontin'
Just a feeling
B**ch yeah we murder the rest
Just a feeling
Y'all in trouble now
Y'all shut up and listen
Just a feeling
Ain't nothin' ain't frontin'
Just a feeling
B**ch yeah we murder the rest
Just a feeling
That bullshits not me that b******t is you
Catch you broke kids on radar
I see you on the beacon
Come to your house and just punch your beak in
Me and Vicious Stevens dump
Your body in the deep end
Stupid motherf**ker
You got caught tryin' to peak in
When your little sister masturbated to me speakin'
I freak the industry
Stay on my job
Mother f**k a gun butt
I'll give you a gun job
Now you need Sponge Bob to soak up blood clots
Yeah
Me and Malik the tag team of rap
Toe taggin' your team into rap
Your grandma is gettin' clapped
You let the guns rumble
Ni**a I'm Spice-1's stunt double
Sprayin' flames at your grill until your face bubbles
Demonic aroma therapy
Burnin' flesh and kerosene
Groundin' your brains into canned
Hams with yams and beans
And it seems your studio is my bathroom stall
Come through rockin' a pea coat and piss on y'all
Y'all shut up and listen
Just a feeling
Ain't nothin' ain't frontin'
Just a feeling
B**ch yeah we murder the rest
Just a feeling
Y'all in trouble now
Y'all shut up and listen
Just a feeling
Ain't nothin' ain't frontin'
Just a feeling
B**ch yeah we murder the rest
Just a feeling
That bullshits not me that b******t is you
